Joseph's POV
I watch Dorothy disappear through the hospital's automatic doors, my body screaming to chase after her. Every instinct I possess demands I follow my mate, but a wall of my own warriors blocks my path.
A growl tears from my throat. I'm ready to tear through every single one of them if it means reaching her.
"Alpha, she needs space right now. Push her any harder and you might lose her permanently," Natasha's voice cuts through my rage. "The warriors will keep her safe. We've all grown to care for our Luna in these past hours."
That's the understatement of the damn century. My own pack just chose her over me. Hell, if Dorothy wanted it, they'd probably crown her Alpha and kick me to the curb. But even in my fury, I caught how she handled them. She said she'd be disappointed if they fought me while I was injured. Not angry. Disappointed. That's pure Luna instinct right there.
